The Other Day…

Twas the night before Christmas (The Other Day)  And I was making pies.  Several were pumpkin,  Hey, that’s no surprise.  […]

My wife cried The Other Day…, after she hung up the phone.  As I walked into the room, she looked at

It is April 20th, 2018 and this article is critical to me.  You see, The Other day, I remembered that

Here I sit, on October 4, remembering my daughter on her birthday.  I have always tried to dress up on

I absolutely hate this date. However, while trying to write about this date, I realized that all I really wanted to

I would like to use the tenth anniversary of my daughter’s death to address something that has been on my

 It happens every year, whether we want it or not. Most of the time we do.  And, even if it does

For those of you who don’t know me, I try to be a helpful person.  However, along with the helpfulness

Everyone, sitting before me is my dog, Varian.  Varian, everyone reading this essay is looking at you.  He’s sitting there